Ellis Island Super 8 Newly Renovated Rooms
The VegasTripping Review 2016
Oh my. After quickly snickering at the VT readers-slash-sadists who sent me here to review this hotel, my next thought is of my wife. I miss her with a panic, desperately. Will Ellis Island Super 8 be the room of my demise? Is this my bathtub in Paris (France)? My Bungalow 3 at Chateau Marmont? Room 100 at The Chelsea? Room 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn? Room 858 at the Hard Rock? Room 105 at the Landmark Hollywood? Room 22 at the Samararkind? Has it all come down to this? This is the kind of hotel room people die in.
Ignore the dual twin box springs, uncovered, set at angles atop the cheap metal bed frame. Ignore the second appearance of the "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign poster, sliced in half so it would fit inside of two half size picture frames, mounted cockeyed on the wall above the bed. Ignore the touched up and spackeled over spots where a lamp recently hung right over the headboard.
Instead, I'd like to call your attention to the one thing in this room that isn't in the photo:
The room was thick with the musty scent of animal dander and notes of cat box that caused my sinuses to activate with allergy symptoms. Instantly, I opened the patios sliding door the whole way, cranked up the AC and tried to air the room out.
I cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out my phone and called my wife, explaining to her the situation at hand. She, being the smart one in the family, suggested that I drag my still packed bag out to the parking lot, get in the car and come home... exactly what the marquee outside said when I arrived and took the photo that started this review off.
I went outside to the patio, sat down at the table and mulled over my options as I let the room air out. I just purchased concert tickets for a show at DLVEC that night, I'm not bailing on that to go home. I searched Kayak and Hotel Tonight apps for alternate lodging. Being that it was a busy Saturday night, rates were outrageous. I finally came to the conclusion that I brought this problem upon myself by asking you clowns what hotel you wanted me to review. I asked for this. I agreed to do it. I booked the hotel and I'm here. For the good of everybody who reads this review between now and oblivion, I'll suffer through it.
After nearly an hour on the patio with the AC cranked and the door wide open, the room smells 8% better than 100% ass. I grab my camera and started shooting the room.